So, what are you gonna try next? Cheese? Dillon!... You son of a bitch! There's something out there waiting for us... and it ain't no man. We're all gonna die. Goddamn jackpot. This is more than we ever thought we'd get. We finally got those bastards. We got 'em! What's got Billy so spooked? So you cooked up a story and dropped the six of us in the meat grinder. What happened to you Dillon? You used to be somebody I could trust. Stick around! Maybe you better put her on a leash, agent man. Bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here. This stuff will make you a god damned sexual Tyrannosaurus, just like me. Bleed, bastard.